ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝔾𝕝𝕠𝕨 ➃

42. Make Me Forget - ✭ Monica ✭

I hadn't even realized he'd been scooting my body backwards until he flips me around and pushes my body face down on the bed. I gasp out when my front hits the mattress. Boston doesn't say anything before tearing my panties off and giving my ass a rough smack.

He jerks my hips up, making me get to my knees with, "you want me to fuck you like this, doggy, baby?"

"Mhmm." It's all I can manage until I feel him press himself against me. "Wait." I feel him freeze behind me. I turn my head to face him and whatever he may be feeling he's currently masked it. "We should, uhm," I tuck my hair behind one of my ears, "we should probably be extra careful. I brought—"

Boston shakes his head wordlessly before walking over to his belongings. After a second he fishes out a condom. He quickly tears the foil with an unreadable look on his face as he sheathes himself.

When he comes back to where he'd previously been he looks at me, almost glaring, "we good, now?" I nod. "Good." No more than a second later does he impale me almost viciously. My entire body would've lunged forward if it wasn't for his tight grip on my hips. His fingers dig into me as he gives me a few more powerful thrusts, thrusts that have me crying out into the room loudly.

"Boooossssttt—" I'm just barely able to garble out as he manages to pick up his pace, pistoning inside me.

He says nothing, just fucks me, just like I had asked him too. I hear the sounds of him smacking against me and the repetitive sensation has me working up to my precipice in no time. My hands fist in the sheets as I climb to the top, right where I need to be. His pace doesn't falter, doesn't slow, it's relentless, even as I clamp down on him and cry out in my painful, pleasurable bliss.

My arms are shaking, seemingly made of jello by the end of my orgasm. When Boston lets go of my hips I fall forward, lifeless. He climbs on top of me, putting his arms underneath my shoulders, and pulling me up the mattress until my head lands on a pillow.

He pulls his arms out from underneath me then slides his cock inside of me. My hair tugs backward viciously before his lips find mine, devouring the scream that was about to leave me. He slides in and out of me in a fast and fluid way, not as harsh as he was previously. Because of the position we're in, he can't. I'm almost grateful for it; almost.

His lips leave mine before going to my shoulder and biting down on the skin there. The gasping moan of a noise I let out makes him do it again as one of his hands jerks my hip up a bit. No longer flat on the bed, Boston's hand can reach my sensitive bundle. He rubs me furiously, coaxing moan after moan and more wetness from me, as his thrusts pick up in pace with this new angle.

"That's it, baby. Tighten up that cunt." As if not on my own voilition, but Boston's command, it does just that. I begin milking him, squeezing down so tightly as another orgasms tears through me. "That's it. You want it rough then you better come for me, on me. Give it to me." He pinches my clit and it makes another orgasm dance its way through my body. This one is almost violent but oh so  delicious.

  I cry out when the sensation leaves my front and goes to my backside. He smacks my ass before changing our position again. This time I'm face down ass-up. My face dips into the mattress as he impales me forcefully again. It's so much, so hard, and all in one go, but I take him anyway, biting down on the sheets of the mattress as I do.

"God you take that cock so good." He smacks my ass before spitting on my puckered hole like he had done on the jet. Now I know where he wants to go with this, what he'd been picturing while he touched himself. He's going to play with my ass, I'd venture to say he wants to do much more than play with it.

"Oh fuck!" I cry out as he spits on it again, lubricating me before entering me knuckle-deep with his middle finger. "Gahh!"

"You want me to be dirty with you— then take me being dirty with you." His cock and finger work in time with one another, making me let out a strangled moan. "I told you I was going to be all of your firsts. I am going to fuck your pretty plump ass one day. His other hand wraps in my hair and tugs it so I'm looking at him. "I could come inside you then and we'd have nothing to worry about."

"I'm not ready for that," I choked out as his finger dipped all the way inside of me along with his cock.

"You're not ready for a lot of things."

"Neither are you." The hurt in his eyes tears at my insides. "Boston—" My oxygen cuts off as he pounds into me even harder. "Shit—" I feel tears prick my eyes seeing the distance in his. It tells me he's not here right now, I made him checkout. He's too mad at me, too hurt to be here. I could be anyone right now because he's not with me in this moment. "Boston, stop." He keeps his steady pace, looking off to the side of the room at nothing. He hadn't even heard me. "Boston! Please!" His eyes focus back on mine and he looks horrified. No more than a second later does he pull out of me.

"Fuck." He throws himself on the bed next to me then covers his face in the crook of his arm. "Fuck. I'm sorry." He's breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly. "I'm sorry, Monica."

I flop my perked-up ass back on the bed, pussy aching, body quivering from his onslaught. I'd asked for it. I'd asked for him to fuck me but I didn't realize fucking could be like that. Distant. Like he wasn't even in the room with me. Like it didn't even matter that I am me.

He reaches down with his other hand, the one on the arm not covering his face, and unrolls the condom before throwing it off the side of the bed. "I fucking hate this. What is happening?" His chest is still moving up and down at a quickened pace, his heart beating fast. At the angle I'm at I can see the long line of his scar, the one that had been from his surgery.

Oh Boston... My Boston.

I climb on top of him, not caring there's nothing between us and slide down on him. I'll stop if he wants me to, if he asks me to. He keeps his arm slung over his face as I begin to move on him, enjoying the feeling of his naked length. It feels like how it's supposed to feel because we've never used protection together other than just a few moments ago.

I rock my hips slow and steady on him, watching his chest rise and fall in a different manner than it had been. It's slower, almost in time with each sensual motion I make. My hips sink all the way down, taking him entirely. He quivers beneath me as I rotate my hips in a circular motion, enjoying his large thickness inside of me.

"Baby," I use the nickname he does for me for him, "please look at me." He pulls his arm away from his face and I see the lust and sadness mixed in his eyes. I love him for it. He hates himself for being distant with me but he's enjoying my ministrations on him. "I love you so much." His brow furrows in disbelief. "I do." My hips roll over and over in a repetitive motion, making his mouth open slightly. "Like a river flows—"

He groans out, "surely to the sea." A few more heavy breaths, "darling, so it goes."

"Some things are meant to be."

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